Chapter 8 Conspiracy and Shame

"He'er, haven't you seen Elder Bai?"

"Laohe, the younger generation, has met Elder Bai." Luo He saluted Elder Bai respectfully.

"My nephew is exempt from gifts." As soon as Elder Bai dragged his hand, Luohe felt a gentle strength to help his bent body up.

"Brother Bai, this is..." At this time, Luo Cheng looked at the cream boy who had never moved in the chair and looked arrogant.

"Oh, this is the young master of Tianjianmen, Murong Changge."

Murong Changge arched his hand to Luohe, but his tone made Luohe very unhappy: "Changge has met Marshal Luo. Before going down the mountain, he heard of Marshal Luo's heroic deeds. It's really better to see him."

"You're welcome." Luo Cheng smiled lightly, but Luo He looked unhappy, but it was not easy for him to show that he was a younger generation, and he was big enough. The young master of the hermit sect, damn it!

"Nephew, come here." Bai Sheng was obviously not a dragging person. He immediately called Luohe over, and then gently put his hand on the vein door of Luohe. With the passage of time, Bai Sheng's eyebrows also slowly frowned. After putting down Luo He's hand, he clicked a few of the major acupuncture points of Luohe's whole body. Luo He clearly felt that Bai Sheng's clear stream penetrated into his body at every point. However, as soon as this clear flow enters the body, it quickly dissipates and there is no trace.

"How's it going, White?" Seeing that Bai Sheng stopped, Luo Cheng's always calm face finally showed concern.

"Alas." Bai Sheng sighed and shook his head. "Bai has also made some achievements in medical skills over the years, but he knows nothing about the problems of his nephew, and his nephew's body is like a plate of sand. No matter how the aura is instilled, it can't condense into the meridians. The feeling is like the river in the sand of his nephew has dissipated. General."

"Is my son hopeless against martial arts in this life?" Luo Cheng looked a little lonely.

"This... is actually not absolute. If there is a great power that can devote all the cost to washing the marrow of the virtuous nephew, wash away the dirt of the whole body, condense the sand, and recondensing the meridians..." Later, Bai Sheng himself couldn't go on, because how could anyone in the world do such a thankless thing, and And Bai Sheng also said that it is great power. What is great power? That is, the old master-level guy. Are those people willing?

"Dad, forget it, the child has accepted his fate. At least I'm satisfied that there are parents and brothers around the child. Those who are contented are always happy, laugh at life, and be happy.

"Good! It's rare for my son to have such a mind!" Seeing that Luohe was so optimistic, Luo Cheng was greatly relieved.

"Cut, what kind of contented person is always happy is just the self-comfort of the weak." Murong Changge's words immediately pointed the spear at himself. Seeing Luo He and Luo Cheng looking at him with ugly faces, he still said with disdainful eyes and a contemptuous tone, "Isn't it right? If the whole world is your attitude, then there will be no progress in the world. Only by constantly fighting can we stimulate people's potential and climb to the top of the highest mountain and be invincible!" Speaking of the back, Murong Changge's face naturally showed arrogance and even madness.

"Dad, let's go."

Luo Cheng clicked a little, and he arched his hand to Bai Sheng: "Brother Bai, goodbye."

"Well, if he has time, he will come to talk about your brotherhood."

"Please!"

"Please!"

The sons and daughters of the world were unworthy to say much. Bai Sheng did not send them off, and Luo Cheng and Luo He left directly.

"E elder Bai, the genius you mentioned to me before is the short fat man?" Murong Changge picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea gently.

"Well, I haven't seen him for a few years, but I didn't expect him to change so much. For quite a long time, his talent is almost a demon, and his cultivation speed is absolutely beyond anyone's reach. Bai Sheng's face was not very good. Obviously, he felt a little guilty about not being able to treat Luohe.

"Well, no matter how talented he is, Mu Xiu and Lin Feng will destroy it. In the end, it's not for Chumen's people."

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"Who is outside!" Baisheng and Murong Changge dodged outside the door, but outside the door were Luohe and his son who had just gone far away.

"Brother Luo!" Bai Sheng looked surprised, but he didn't expect Luo Cheng and Luo He to return. Luohe is nothing, but at this moment, Luo Cheng seems to have become another person. His long black hair is windless. His handsome and resolute face faintly reveals a trace of anger that has been suppressed for a long time, and his whole body exudes an extremely surging breath. The person standing in this breath is like a boat rolling down a huge wave. It seems that huge waves may be swallowed up at any time.

"Brother Bai, Luo still wants Brother Bai to tell you the details. Thank you very much!"

"What a powerful aura, it's really worthy of the Tang Dynasty's gun god!" Murong Changge's face was not as nervous as Bai Sheng. "Since Marshal Luo wants to know, I'll tell you, but even if you know it, I'm afraid you can't take action. After all, the force behind this matter is not your Luo family. No, it should be said that it can withstand your Tang."

"I hope to tell you!" Luo Cheng's right hand pinched, and countless white light instantly condensed into a silver long gun in Luo Cheng's hand. As soon as the long gun came out, the air in the whole space rolled up. Luo He stood behind Luo Cheng and felt that he fell into the clouds, and the wind and clouds surged!

"Rolling cloud guns!" Murong Changge's eyes were shining, and his expression at this moment was like those star fans in later generations saw the stars in his mind.

"Touch!" The tail of the gun landed, and aura immediately spread around, blowing the trees in the courtyard crooked like clouds and waves.

"I hope to tell you!" Once Luo Cheng's momentum was released, even outside the manor was affected. At this time, there was already a lot of noise outside the manor.

"Brother! You still don't know what to do..."

"Let me say, at this point, Marshal Luo will definitely not stop." At this time, a man's voice came from the sky. Luo He looked up and said, "Two bananas! How can there be so many little white faces! This won't let me fool around!"

"Who are you?" Although Luo Cheng's voice is low, it contains a sense of majesty and the majesty of the strong.

"He is the 178th generation descendant of Chumen, Yang Wanqing!" Murong Changge's face naturally showed a sense of war, "Yang Wanqing, this is Tang Dynasty, not a big man. What are you doing here!"

"Nothing, come to Datang to have a look if you have nothing to do today."

"Well, I'm afraid it's uneasy and kind again?"

"Brother Murong, the ten-year Xianmen Competition is coming. If you don't practice hard at home, what's the common thing--

"I hope to tell you!!!" Luo Cheng, who had been silent, was angry, and the consequence was - "Boom!" Before everyone could react, they saw that the silver light instantly pierced everyone's sight. With a huge roar, a fist-sized hole appeared in the tail of Luo Cheng's gun. Although the hole was not big, it was bottomless!

So far, Yang Wanqing's face, who had a calm face, has also changed slightly. He has heard of Luo Cheng's reputation for a long time, but naturally he will not pay attention to a secular general because of the immortals. However, Luo Cheng's seemingly simple blow has completely shattered Yang Wanqing's self-confidence: "Master is right. There are people outside, and there is heaven outside!"

"Let me say it." Bai Shengyou sighed and said, "Three years ago, the major immortals in Zhongzhou made a decision in private to break the aura of the Luohe River and make it a real laity and never practice."

"Why?"

"Because Luohe's growth rate is too fast makes all the elders of Xianmen think of a person, no, a devil." Speaking of this person, Bai Sheng's body also trembled slightly. "There is no way to verify his name. We have a unified name for him, which is the Taoist demon god. Of course, this decision was debatable by all Xianmen in Zhongzhou, but there was something wrong with the implementation. Everyone decided to take the lot, and finally the Chumen sent people to come forward.

"That person is him, Yang Wanqing!" Looking at Murong Changge gritting his teeth, he seemed to hate Yang Wanqing very much.

"Is the Wudao demon god the one who caused trouble in the three worlds thousands of years ago and injured the emperor of heaven?"

"How did Brother Luo know!? This is the secret of the fairyland!" Luo Cheng's words almost jumped up. He also inadvertently learned about the existence of the Wudao Demon God from his master, but he did not expect that a secular person from Luo Cheng knew the existence of the Wudao Demon God.

Luo Cheng did not answer Bai Sheng's question. He was stunned for a long time, and his expression seemed to be struggling. After a while, Luo Cheng calmed down and muttered to himself, "Fight for a day and avoid Chang'an. It turned out that this is what the fairy master's words meant." Then, Luo Cheng collected the rolling gun and restrained his momentum. He turned to Luo He and said, "Heer, let's go."

"Before leaving, the child has one more thing to do." No one knew what Luohe was thinking at this moment, but Luohe hooked Yang Wanqing, who was floating in mid-air, "You, come down!"